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Anniversary

My wife gives me a hard time for allegedly not smiling during our wedding. She’s probably right. I don’t know for sure, because I only have the vaguest of recollections about that day. I do know that if I wasn’t smiling it wasn’t because I was unhappy; it was because I was entirely overwhelmed with the enormity of what was happening. Truthfully, sometimes I still am, but I’ve never once regretted it.

Today marks the seventh eighth year since we spoke our vows. It’s hard to believe thatseven eight years have passed since that day. The flow of time is a funny and mysterious thing. I’ve been trying to live up to those vows ever since. Sometimes I’ve succeeded and sometimes I’ve failed. Hopefully, as more time passes and I get better at this husband thing, the successes will far outweigh the failures. Even so, she has stuck with me, and even seemed happy to be there most of the time. I know that I find no greater joy in life than sharing it with her, and I believe she feels the same way.

I’ve heard it said that men tend to marry women like their own mothers. I hope for my son’s sake that it’s true. There are not many things that I want more for him than to fall in love with a woman that makes him a better person in every way.